AC Wasps.

 AC Wasps.

 

Not that mosquitoes are any fun, but at least they don’t sound quite as bad as the wasps that got in my cooling unit in the office. So far, only one has come out to get smooshed and be thrown in the trash. Still can hear another one down inside there, but may not turn it on to see if it can come out. Whacked one and have one more to go!

 

Talked to my friend Carla in Connersville, Indiana. She said the bad weather messed up the street fair they were having, but her group stayed in the building where they were celebrating until the warning said “extreme.” Guess it doesn’t take long to feel threatened down here in our part of the world. Sterling said they had hail, high winds, and about two inches of rain to remind them that Arkansas had storms. His friend George had trees down at his place. Sterling took his chain saw and worked until he ran out of “oomph.” Patty and the old woman don’t have any of that “oomph,” so we just noticed that more limbs were down and can hope that Blake will remove them for us. My yard looked as if it had green chickenpox this morning. Leaves were everywhere. Just have to pray for those whose lives have been turned upside down and their homes flattened. God be with them! These storms have given us so many reasons to pray for others and to help them as we can.

 

Carla was telling me about a sermon she gave this Sunday to a nearby church. It centered on pickleball and the Beatitudes. It made me laugh when considering that was part of the book of Matthew that was in my study lately of the Torah lessons. Will be glad to read her sermon and see how it fits with what we might consider to be Christ’s intention when He was teaching on that mountain side. It never hurts to have a sense of humor when we consider how we should be treating others or just trying to live within the bounds of some sense of order.

 

Cooked for the dogs again yesterday and made them happy for a bit. Hamburger, rice, green beans, and some boiled eggs mixed together made two happy hounds. Sometimes the hens will hide eggs outside in a bunch of branches near the fence. It feels a bit like hunting Easter eggs or something when they do that. And those eggs never go to anyone else since they were not left in one of the clean nests. Nothing wrong with the eggs, but it is just the idea that they have been on the ground. Anyway, Thelma, the turken, has been hiding her eggs in the Nandini bush this past week. Yes, we discussed her choice of nests, but she jumped right back into the front yard again this morning. She simply is not convinced that the coops are the best place for laying eggs!

 

School will be out next week, so summer is on its way. All the mothers who have sent their kiddos off to school will now know just how ornery their little sweethearts have been this past year. At least, that is the way this old woman looks at it. Wonder how many of those kids will be wise enough NOT to tell mom that they are bored!! Taking them to Castaway Cove and other places to swim might work for a little while, but summer days are longer than other days. This is a good time to introduce them to reading at least one or more books a week. May they learn to appreciate life as much as their parents.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.